The Storm

The sky glares at me with a look of sorrow, for I know what awaits me tomorrow. The heavens let out a thunderous cry, a tear is shed from the storms eye. A dagger of lightning strikes the ground, let the flood rush over me so I can't be found. Just as I thought things could only get worse, an end was put to this terrible curse. The sun broke out of the prison in which it was concealed, a new day was finally revealed

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